Time Flies

So, I was in Amherst, New York this weekend for what will be my son’s last soccer tournament. He’s a senior in high school next year, and will probably not play club soccer when the next opportunity for soccer tournaments comes around.

Its been at least 10 years since I and my wife and son, (and sometimes my daughters when they were younger) hadn’t spent our memorial days in one of a half dozen states, in one soccer tournament or another. This weekend will most likely be the last. Another season in life comes to an end.

I was in a period of partial dread at the beginning of this week. I always have a great time, but with it comes being away from home, the expense of 3 nights in a nice hotel and lots of restaurant bills, and the inability to do anything around the house on the holiday weekend.

Then it occurred to me that this will be the last one. Wow. Seasons pass, some more graciously than others, but this one passed so quickly, and seemingly without a warning. As I look back on all the soccer photos, kids grow up so fast, and my son is no longer a boy. He’s also my youngest, which makes it all the more poignant. I guess my parents were right again. Time goes by before you know it.

I know I’m not alone in my feelings, although I sufficiently pig-headed enough to think I’m discovering an all-new emotion.

Can anyone relate?